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Hello agin. This is a short story and sadly there is no sex. But in the next story there will be lots. And I need your help on what the girl is going to look like. And please if you comment be constructive about it and not be rude. Thank you.

David stared at the door for the longest time. Examining the massive steel doors.
"Wow. I actually found the vault." He whispered.
He could barely believe his eyes. Taking in every little detail from the blast marks where someone tried to blow the door open to the claw marks from poor souls looking for food or water. The sand from the storm made his face sting as if his dad was hitting him repeatedly. He solved this problem by taking his scarf and rapping his face with it. He already had goggles on.

He began to day dream about what this massive vault could be filled with. The rumors of all the treasures held within. Money was no longer a big thing. Bill Gates couldn't even buy himself a bottle of water for 20 million dollars. The big "money" in the apocalypse was useful stuff such as batteries, water filters, gas mask, and cars. Cars had always fascinated David ever sense he was a little kid. After he ran away from his dad he worked for a man in an old garage. He stayed there for about a year until he ran into some trouble. David had a alcohol problem. Drugs and alcohol are the top commodities of the day. And when you tell your dealer you'll pay him tomorrow, you best pay him.

David still to this day curses himself for becoming a drunk like his father. He still can't stay away from liquor. As a matter of fact he could use a shot or two right now. But that's besides the point. Before him laid the vault. Untold treasures just waiting to be taken. And it was all his.

On the phone, up at the top was a blue bar about 1/4" off the top. It was pulsing slowly. He taped it several times before the blue bar came down and became a full screen. At the top it read "Welcome Tiffany to Safe Zone 273" and close to the middle was a light blue button. He know that this is it. This is the key. David only had to ouch the button once and the screen turned green.

Then, just on the other side of the door, he could hear the massive rusty gears turning. His eyes grow wider as the door opened. It was dark inside. So dark David took out him old flashlight and peered inside. The first thing David saw was a green low flouting gas. It sent chills down his back. He didn't know what kind of gas it was, but the skeleton on the floor told him that I couldn't be good. He reached into his backpack and dug around for a few moments then pulled out his military gas mask.

He put it on then slowly walked into the darkness. With flashlight in hand he looked at all the dead that lay motionless. All the guns he seen where beyond repair due to rust. He shined his flashlight on the far wall in front of him. In a big square of reflective paint was a lever that said "Emergency Power System" David walked over to the wall and pulled the lever turning on the emergency flood lights in the process. Within minutes the harmful gas was cleared and he removed his mask. He then heard someone talking in the next room.

David instantly pulled his shotgun in a cross draw motion and eased to the open door way. As he got closer he could see artificial light ahead. He lowered his gun as he finally seen it was an indoor theater. The movie must have come on when he turned the power back on. The movie was just a woman in a nice looking suit.
She was smiling politely.
" Please take a seat. We will begin shortly." She said. Taking in his surroundings he took a seat next to a skeleton of a man who looked to be fat when he died. Then the screen faded into black and the same woman cam onto screen and began talking.
"Hello, and welcome to vault 273. If you are simply seeking safe haven we will take you there via bus convoy.
" But most of you are here because you have lost a loved one. We're sorry about your loss or losses, but here at vault 273 we can bring hope back to you in the form of your lost loved one. Or if you are alone you can simply generate your perfect companion."

What the hell? What is she talking about?
"It only takes a few hours of your time and will be billed to your vault account. We use family photos to recreate the ones you love. Or if you looking for a companion you can completely customize your partner the way you want them."
She then went on about organic tissue and advanced growing procedures. The more she talked the more David became confused. There was a big window over on the far side of the room. David got up out of his seat and looked into it.

In the lower level of the vault he could see a massive laboratory with what looked like hundreds of tubes. About 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide. Most of them had been busted open. Others seemed to have desolated into a milky tan color. But there was one, on the far end of the room, that glowed a neon blue.

"Well if there's no cars to be had, I'm going to get something out of this." He walked out of the exit door beside the movie screen after he walked past the registers where you would have paid and countless booths selling food, drinks, and clothes. He followed the glow in the dark lab. Finally coming to the source of the light.

Flouting in the bright blue liquid was a body. About 5'6" tall. No hair. No body features. Very few facial features. Almost like a blank canvas. On the side of the tank was a computer. David studied it for a fell moments. The battery life was on 3% and on the screen it read "Welcome. Shall we begin?" He hit the touch screen once and began to hum loudly.
"Sex?"
"I would like a female" David said aloud. Then the computer flashed the word female. And David let loose a big grin on his face.

This is the part were you can choose what she will look like. Her body style, breast size, ass size, hair color. This is where I need your help. And thanks for reading

First off, you really should proof-read your work before you post it. Sand in the face is nothing like being struck. There is no description around or beyond the door - where is he? The blue lights were confusing. 'Desolated' is used out of context. You could tell if someone was fat by their clothes, not their skeleton; please clarify. Before I even think of the female's appearance, I wouldn't mind some descriptors: the MC, the area around the vault, more detail inside, etc. Some more background, besides that he's a drunk like his abusive dad, would really help the story. I'd suggest rewriting it and check for typos before you worry about the synthetic female. Just my opinion.